There is this place where I spend my time, It is my prison, though I commited no crime. The bars are real and the walls are there, And life passes me by while I try not to care. At times I have reached out and tried to grasp, The love I need to escape my wretched past. But everything I touch seems to turn to dust, Maybe I always just expect too much... So I learned all these ways to hide, How to keep up my guard and show false pride. Never let anyone see past the mask, I finally learned my lesson at last... Everything turns out to be illusions in my mind, It happened again time after time... It was a hard lesson to learn... But it left me with no one but myself to turn... So now I sit and wonder what's wrong with me, What do I keep doing wrong, what can it be? Why can't someone love me for the person I am? I guess I'm just eternally danmed... By Emerald